Post by Amalia Radley on Nov 7, 2013 21:03:27 GMT -5
Just being honest, we're playing for both sides.
It's easy to deceive but it's hard when the trust that's broken is mine.
For better, or for worse, for the happy, for the hurt.
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Mollie usually was the perfect child. Usually was the key word here. She was a straight A student. She was popular and well enough liked that she was elected into the position of Junior Class President. She never really stepped out of line anywhere. She did as she said, followed all the rules her dad set down and her godparents.
But then there were times like this where Amalia stepped out of line and went behind the backs of those who trusted her. She was already lying, keeping secrets. It wasn't like she could just update her Facebook status and announce what was going on in her life to the world around her. With her luck, her dad would constantly stalk it. Last thing she needed was him flipping out on her for something ridiculous.
It was night and she probably should have been sleeping, but she couldn't. She had simply slipped out of her pajamas and dressed back up in a pair of boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and a loose jacket. She carried a flashlight and a backpack. She was quiet as she wandered the woods. It wasn't like she was really all that afraid. No.
She ventured in deeply, till she had to rely heavily on her advanced hearing to even hear faint heartbeats or sound of society. She finally let the bag drop to the ground and she rummaged through it. She tugged out gun after gun. She doubted her godfather would notice if a couple guns went missing from the locked chest he kept in the basement.
Mollie checked over each gun, setting them down and taking a seat against a tree. She grabbed the notebook she had used to transfer the notes from her father's hunting journal into. She grabbed the small flashlight and began to read through each entry. She was mainly looking for a specific entry.
However, a sound caught her ears and she picked up the first gun. Alright, so maybe fear was something that began to course through her. She became nervous and was quick to get on her feet. She tried to locate the source of the noise, looking every which way.
"Please just be a squirrel. Please just be a squirrel." Molls muttered to herself under her breath.
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It's easy to deceive but it's hard when the trust that's broken is mine.
For better, or for worse, for the happy, for the hurt.
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Mollie usually was the perfect child. Usually was the key word here. She was a straight A student. She was popular and well enough liked that she was elected into the position of Junior Class President. She never really stepped out of line anywhere. She did as she said, followed all the rules her dad set down and her godparents.
But then there were times like this where Amalia stepped out of line and went behind the backs of those who trusted her. She was already lying, keeping secrets. It wasn't like she could just update her Facebook status and announce what was going on in her life to the world around her. With her luck, her dad would constantly stalk it. Last thing she needed was him flipping out on her for something ridiculous.
It was night and she probably should have been sleeping, but she couldn't. She had simply slipped out of her pajamas and dressed back up in a pair of boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and a loose jacket. She carried a flashlight and a backpack. She was quiet as she wandered the woods. It wasn't like she was really all that afraid. No.
She ventured in deeply, till she had to rely heavily on her advanced hearing to even hear faint heartbeats or sound of society. She finally let the bag drop to the ground and she rummaged through it. She tugged out gun after gun. She doubted her godfather would notice if a couple guns went missing from the locked chest he kept in the basement.
Mollie checked over each gun, setting them down and taking a seat against a tree. She grabbed the notebook she had used to transfer the notes from her father's hunting journal into. She grabbed the small flashlight and began to read through each entry. She was mainly looking for a specific entry.
However, a sound caught her ears and she picked up the first gun. Alright, so maybe fear was something that began to course through her. She became nervous and was quick to get on her feet. She tried to locate the source of the noise, looking every which way.
"Please just be a squirrel. Please just be a squirrel." Molls muttered to herself under her breath.
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NOTES: Open
MUSIC: "Everybody Lies" - Jason Walker